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I’m trying to tell you something ’bout my lifeMaybe give me insight between black and whiteAnd the best thing you ever done for meIs to help me take my life less seriouslyIt’s only life after all, yeahWell, darkness has a hunger that’s insatiableAnd lightness has a call that’s hard to hearAnd I wrap my fear around me like a blanketI sailed my ship of safety till I sank itI’m crawling on your shoresAnd I went to the doctor, I went to the mountainsI looked to the children, I drank from the fountainsThere’s more than one answer to these questionsPointing me in a crooked lineAnd the less I seek my source for some definitive(The less I seek my source)Closer I am to fine, yeahCloser I am to fine, yeahAnd I went to see the doctor of philosophyWith a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his kneeHe never did marry or see a B-grade movieHe graded my performance, he said he could see through meI spent four years prostrate to the higher mindGot my paper and I was freeAnd I went to the doctor, I went to the mountainsI looked to the children, I drank from the fountainsThere’s more than one answer to these questionsPointing me in a crooked lineAnd the less I seek my source for some definitive(The less I seek my source)Closer I am to fine, yeahCloser I am to fine, yeahI stopped by the bar at 3 A.M.To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friendAnd I woke up with a headache like my head against a boardTwice as cloudy as I’d been the night beforeAnd I went in seeking clarityI went to the doctor, I went to the mountainsI looked to the children, I drank from the fountainsWe go to the doctor, we go to the mountainsWe look to the children, we drink from the fountainYeah, we go to the Bible, we go through the workoutWe read up on revival, we stand up for the lookoutThere’s more than one answer to these questionsPointing me in a crooked lineAnd the less I seek my source for some definitive(The less I seek my source)Closer I am to fineCloser I am to fineCloser I am to fine, yeah